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Britney Spears: Careless Torture
Natalie Portman: Promising Career
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You were not going to survive at this rate, you knew it. It was a matter of time before this giant bimbo inadvertently caused your demise. She was the most clueless and oblivious person you’ve ever had the disgrace of meeting, and the fact that she earned more in a week than you in ten lifetimes was only salt on the wound. And all of those negative qualities could be something you could overlook if she were a good hearted person; but she wasn’t. Britney Spears was not a cruel and sadistic woman like most of the celebs you heard from, but she was very far from being a good person. She was another entitled bitch that really thought that just because she was famous and rich she was above other human beings. You were her inferior, and served her as such, her absentmindedness only making your life even worse. The last one of her blunders was sadly more common that you wished, and it was Britney going to take a shit and forgetting you were rammed inside her asshole working as a fart filter. You shuddered just by remembering being fired inside the toilet bowl by an atrocious fart, just to have the same butthole bombard you with her giant turds. And what was her reaction after finishing and seeing you being smashed under her shit? She fucking dissolved into laugher “Oh, don’t look at me like that, I didn’t mean it! Besides, I bet any man would pay to experience that!” she had stated. And you did believe that she didn’t do this kind of stuff in purpose, because if she wanted to hurt you or humiliate you for her amusement she didn’t have the brains to hide her intentions at all.
“I’m bored, so let’s play a game! Try crawling out, let’s see if you can beat me in a fair competition” she playfully teased you as she forcefully rammed you into her asscrack, shoving you so deep your head got smashed into her butthole. Now this was a rarity, since Britney wasn’t much of the playing type as most of her interactions with her were serving her in any way she could imagine. Having her fart on you was, however, a very common event that you had to suffer daily.
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Your head and your hair were blown back by her fart cannon. You gagged as your captor giggled at your expense, the potency of her fart making you squirm in disgust to free yourself. ‘Luckily’ for you, the lotion you had to rub all over her had also been smeared into your body and with the sweat coating her asscrack it served as a lube to help you slide away. You started to push yourself out slow but steady, soon getting close to the exit… until Britney’s finger came into play. With just one shove, she undid all your efforts, smashing you once more in the confines of her asscrack. You screamed in frustration, a grave mistake that meant swallowing the next fart that she let loose at the worst moment.
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You retched, the taste of it adhering to your mouth while the toxic fumes invaded your lungs once more. Grabbing both her cheeks, Britney separated them for a moment, giving you some space you breathe, just push them together right after crushing you to a pulp as her fleshy mounds collided at full speed. You heard her chuckle at your expense, not caring at all that she was literally crushing another person with her ass. When she finally released you, you went back to crawl to your freedom, dragging yourself to the outline of her bikini bottom.
A part of your brain asked why were you even trying it. She was the one in control, and you knew that you were gonna reach the exterior and she was just gonna push you back inside; you were gonna be stuck playing this game until she grew tired of it. But you were not going to give up to this fucking idiot of a woman. You had to keep trying to escape, to resist her, mostly because that was the only barrier that your sanity had left, the hope of freedom. Reaching the curvature of her cheeks, you were once more out of her buttcrack. Your feet thrusted you away from one asscheek as you mounted the other, your objective as close as before. The fabric became even tighter in this area, pinning you against her sweaty globe and requiring you to force it back in order to advance. Above you, Britney waited, hands on her hips and a smile on her lips, not pitying the poor idiot that was trying to crawl away from her. After all, it was just you against her, she did give you a fair (from her point of view) chance. She felt some of your limbs coming out, so she responded accordly.
Your head finally popped out and you took a mouthful of fresh air, the clarity of the ambience making you squint your eyes since they had adjusted to the darkness of her crack. The slight breeze in your face felt like a gift from the Gods, so refreshing that for a few marvelous instants you forgot your situation “Gotcha again!” you opened your eyes to see her index finger coming at full speed, colliding with your face and shoving you back inside. Your tormentress was so careless that the force of the push wrenched your head with a brutal snap, making you squeal in pain as she enclosed you back in the darkness “You are so bad at this! I always win so easily!” she joyfully mocked you, feeling your hands grab her skin trying to stop her. You were pretty sure that if the shrinking didn’t make you so durable she would had broken your neck; hell, she would probably had ripped your head clean off your body.
Seeing that you were back at the starting point you punched her ass in frustration, sending pleasuring ripples across her glutes “Hey, that feels nice, are you massaging my ass as a prize? You didn’t have to! Nice to see that my slave has some sportsmanship even in defeat” You rolled your eyes hearing her talk, this woman didn’t live in this planet “Don’t be shy, go on! Continue!” she said, even helping you by slightly parting her cheeks. This was your best chance to take a break, so you started kneading her sweaty globes, earning you some moans from the giant woman that meant you were doing a good job. Happy to see some improvements, this little respite was just an illusion that her bowels quickly dissipated “Gosh, I’m feeling really bloated…” you heard her groan. Her cheeks slammed with tremendous force against you as she let them go, clutching her stomach instead. You heard her bowels growl like a monster inside a cave.
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You hacked as the atrocious stench was once again released from her intestines. The stink was horrendous, whatever once was her breakfast now decomposed and rearranged into the reeking clouds that were Britney Spears’ farts. And the fact that she completely ignored her diet and ate every single piece of junk food that was in her reach didn’t help. The gasified shit made you retch and cough, your eyes filled with tears just by the sheer potency of her gas, this being an especially pungent one. But how it couldn’t smell so bad? After all, if one is lactose intolerant and has fucking cereal with milk for their first meal of the day and then adds some coffee to the mix, there are gonna be consequences. The consequences for her was just a mild stomach pain, borderline a nuisance more than anything; for you were the constant barrage of filthy wind suffocating you in her ass.
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“Ahhhh, much better” she said, feeling alleviated. In her sweaty asscrack there was a man fighting for his life but she didn’t care at all, she just sighted in relief as the nuisance in her gut seemed to dissipate. Feeling your body convulsing between her cheeks, she realized that you had endured those two last blast at point blank, ignoring the fact that you received every single one of them, not just those two “Whoops, sorry slave. Here let me help you so you can keep the massage” her hands pulled her cheeks apart once more. Of course, she helped you just because she wanted you to keep rubbing her butt, but you were in no position to refuse her aid. You were about to resume when her asscheeks SLAMMED with earthshattering strength into you, her hands again leaving for another object that grabbed her attention “What a cute seashell!” you felt her body incline forward, probably to grab it. You seethed in irritation at her extremely low attention span, but before you had time to do anything her body moved back and her weight CRUSHED you. She had sat on her ass, all her focus in fiddling with the small object and admiring it “I read online that you can hear the sea with it, I wonder if it works” she said, moving it close to her ear “I can hear it!” what she didn’t hear were your screams at her ordering to lift her fat ass and stop crushing your body, but the sweat beads falling down on your face quickly dealt with your pitiful squeaks. She kept this position until she grew bored of playing with the conch. Standing up, her cheeks started grinding you as she walked back to her towel, a few meters away. You had a bad feeling when you felt her stop. It was impossible she forgot she had her slave in her ass… right? Sadly, the answer came instantly, with Britney letting herself drop into the towel ass first
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Every single bone in your body felt like it was going to snap after the catastrophic impact courtesy of the meteor that had slammed into you. You gasped for breath, the air from your lungs being squeezed out by her butt. You heard Britney happily humming to herself as she searched in her beach bag, oblivious to your situation. Growing desperate, you squirmed with all your will, expecting that this giant imbecile would remember you “There you go, another one for the collection! I need a n… Oh! I didn’t remember you were there!” Britney said. You felt a bit of relief, hoping she would finally pull you out “You can stop massaging my ass if you want to” she said, picking a magazine from the bag. Realizing that she was not gonna budge, you screamed at her to move her fucking ass already and struggled with more energy “Oh well, you are feeling generous today aren’t you? Such a good little slave! Go ahead then, keep massaging my butt” she said with a joyful tone in her voice; she really believed you were doing this to please her. You groaned, just at the exact moment a fat drop of her sweat felt in your mouth, making you cough like crazy as your lungs reacted violently to the invasive liquid. You just laid there, taking all the liquid that splashed on your face as she read the latest news and gossips “Hey, that’s me! I remember that interview!” she said, reading the article “I look so hot in this picture haha. I think you were with me, right slave? Absorbing my farts, if I recall correctly. What a good time we had, didn’t we?” you were too busy being flattened under her to even care about what she had to say, not that she expected a response from you “But those milkshakes were really bad for my tummy. Thank God I had you come with me. I mean, I can let go the fact that they can’t get their orders right, but what kind of establishment lets her restroom be without toilet paper” You remembered it, it hit you home because you used to work there, and the there was a big sign, impossible to miss, that specified ‘If you see any restroom products missing, please alert our staff’. But of course, she didn’t read it, she never paid attention to this kind of stuff. Instead, she made you lick her clean. She made you lick. Every. Inch.
“Wow, it says here that all five Kardashians used the same slave to clean their asses after using the restroom because he couldn’t apologize properly after insulting Kylie. A bit harsh, but I guess it’s their right to punish their property how they see it fit. Turns out you were lucky with me, right slave? I would never punish you like that, don’t worry. Seems kinda mean to be honest. I only use you that way for emergencies, hehehe” she said, reading the interview. This ditz gladly forgot that her ‘emergencies’ happened more that once a week; either because she went hiking and didn’t bring anything to clean herself, either because she forgot to buy toilet paper for her OWN house… even a couple of times when she went to use a restroom from some establishment she used your body despite having plenty available, because it was ‘the cheap one that makes her butt itch’. And that was excluding all the times when she used the toilet forgetting you were knee deep inside her butthole, just to have one fat log of shit smash into your weeping face, push you out, and then threaten to drown you when you fell into the water and it landed right on top of you, some of those perils ending with you buried in her shit and her having to pick you out. You kept trashing like a madman, deciding to completely ignore what she had to say as whatever words came from her mouth only served to piss you off even more. The problem was that you were too encased in ass to make any progress, but staying still only meant being crushed to the point you could barely breathe, so this was the least bad option. Squirming and squirming, you slowly spent what little energy you had trying to keep her flesh at bay “Oh, those Brigade gals destroyed another base from the Resistance. I don’t get it; why would anyone try to escape? The country has never been better. And you have a chance to serve pretty girls like me!” she shook her head, unknowingly insulting millions of men suffering every day under ‘pretty girls like her’. After some even more time trashing around, you were done. You were exhausted, with no more energy left to fight her ass and the occasional fart that she still released, you finally gave up. Slowing down, your mind drifted away before being jolted back into action; she was getting up! The pressure, while still strong, was reduced considerably as her cheeks stopped smashing you against the compressed sand, parting a bit away as she lifted her ass from the ground “You know what slave? Seeing all this mean girls torturing their property, I think someone has to compensate the balance. And since you’ve been such a good boy today, massaging my ass with no rest since you lost at that game, I say you deserve a reward” you couldn’t believe your ears, she really thought you were massaging her all this time “So, we still have a lot of time before lunch. How about if we get inside and I let you have a bath? I think I have one of those Barbie’s bathtubs somewhere. Or I could fill one of the pots with warm water, I never cook anyways” she said, smiling from ear to ear, although you couldn’t see it because she had yet to pull you out from her ass “And for lunch I was gonna order some pizza, and I say you earned a piece of it. And some sodas!” you thanked every deity you knew about. You didn’t have a single bite of real food since you shrunk beside cold leftovers, all you ate was the filth her body produced and drank only sweat. You laid smooches on her skin, gratefully praising your tormentor for once doing a good thing; but your happiness was always cut short. Hearing her phone ring, Britney dug her hand into her bag, frantically searching for it. Finally pulling it out, she sat back down to answer the call, crushing you once more under her. You wanted to pull your hair out, but you stood still, even her could not forget all those promises in such a short time-lapse; she would answer the call, you would hold still until she hung up, and then she would fish you out so you could get a hot bath for your sore muscles. “Hello? Hey, hello Natalie! What? What door? OH SHOOT, YOU WERE COMING TODAY?? SORRY. SORRY. YEAH, I’LL OPEN NOW” she hectically hung her phone and threw it in her bag, quickly standing up. You were smashed as she stood up, turning around and jolting to her mansion. You screamed at the top of your lungs for her to let you out. You’ve been so close! So close…
You were relentlessly squeezed between her asscheeks as she run inside, rushing to the switch at the front door to open the gates of her mansion. You started struggling again so she didn’t forget about you, hoping she would honor her promise to leave you inside while she attended her guests, but she just clenched her butt with fierce, crushing you “Not the time for massages slave!” she said, annoyed. Every time she let go, you immediately started trashing around and screaming to be freed, which in response made her clench her ass again while she waited at the door “Stay still!” You sighted in defeat as you heard the engine of a car coming close and stopping, accepting what was obvious at this point; your reward would have to wait, if she even remembered it. You heard the steps of someone coming closer. More than one person...
Natalie Portman, Hilary Duff and Lady stood at the other side of the door when Britney swung it open. “Hi girls!” Britney said, her friends standing there with their arms crossed and an expression of discontent “Hmmm, sorry?” she asked with a beaming smile, tilting her head to the side and displaying her best puppy eyes. Right after she did that gesture, the façade of her friends dropped “God, there’s no way I can be mad when you do that” “Yeah, that smile could walk you out of a death sentence” “C’mere gorgeous!” the 4 friends hugged, with Britney welcoming them and asking them to come inside. In her crack, you were getting really nervous. You had come to terms to the reality that you were not going to get a break and you psyched yourself to serve two celebrities instead of one, but you didn’t expect to serve four giant women after all you went through. What little comfort you had was that at least they would be other slaves to help you out, since they would have their own tiny man to attend their needs; you felt really guilty just for thinking this way, selfishly hoping that other men would be there to suffer with you, but this was surely going to be too much of a burden to carry alone. The last experience you had with more than one boss was before that awful interview, where you were forced to lick both Britney’s and Tina Fey’s feet, with Tina later kicking you around the dressing room just for fun while Britney clapped at the show, and you wanted as much time as possible to pass before you have to go through something like that again. You were absorbed in your thoughts while her friends changed into their bikinis, the classical chatter of asking about someone’s life going on while they ditched their clothes and headed out. The heat of the sun on Britney’s back was the signal you had that the ever remote possibility of evading your duties for the rest of the morning was gone, and you forced yourself to listen to the voices above, trying to distract your mind with whatever gossip they were sharing. You would get plenty of reasons to distract yourself soon enough, as the girls reached a good spot, laid their towels and sat to continue chatting.
Crushed once more under Britney Spears’ stinky ass, you were forced to attend the conversation anyways “Yeah, so I got pretty good at finding info about my slaves’ past, and I discovered this guy had what his therapist described as ‘crippling claustrophobia’, so I left him marinating in my jogging sneakers. I sealed the exit with the complementary jogging socks of course!” “A tight warm room for your bitch” you heard them talk. That meant she didn’t bring a slave with her “And stinky! So how about yours Natalie? How come you don’t have that little shit with you?” “Kinda ironic that you call it that way” “Did you eat him?” “What? No! I would never! He must taste awful by now” “So what about it then?” “For such a big genius he acted kind of stupid. He must have thought there was no way I could make his life even more miserable so he refused one of my orders. I proceeded to prove him wrong by dropping him inside his jar and taking a dump on him” “That’s nasty” “You should have seen it, I almost filled the jar HAHAHA! I think I took a couple of photos. The little insect ended up pinned between two turds, it was priceless. Anyways, I closed the lid and left him watching a compilation edited of his old interviews, you know, when he was normal sized and going to ‘change the world’. Can’t change a lot of stuff when you are shoulder deep in a pile of shit, can you? HAHAHA” you didn’t know who was talking now, but her cruelty sent shivers down your spine “Jeepers Nat you can be so mean sometimes” “Ah, you are exaggerating. Besides, between interviews I added some videos of the parties I’ve been recently and the galas where they gave me awards. So he can get to see someone not being a fucking loser and actually succeeding in life, you know?” “I still prefer the good ol’ fart jar, but I dig your style” “Besides, OUR slaves are still breathing. Why don’t you tell us what happened to yours Hilary?” “It was an accident!” “You had that accident a couple of times already. At that point what happened is called statistics” “Stefani…” “Your right, your right. I’m sorry Hilary” “Yeah, we didn’t mean it” “So…” “Oh, nothing, I ate him. Well, I did NOT mean to eat him, but yesterday I thought I would be a cool idea to shrink him a bit smaller and make him scrub my teeth from the inside to get them really clean, you know?” “Sounds like a good idea honestly” “So I tried to give him an order, but he was standing on my tongue!” “Wait, when you talked you swallowed him?” “Exactly! I unintentionally launched him to my throat” “That’s hilarious HAHAHAHA! He ended as one of your turds HAHAHAHAHAHA” you felt Britney double over, not able to stand straight due to the intense laugher. On the other side, you were quite unnerved with how much she was laughing, considering the amount of times you were close to suffering the same fate as that unfortunate soul “Now that I think of it, yes, it’s quite funny” Hilary laughed in response, and the four women giggled together for a few moments imagining how the tiny man must had felt until Gaga decided to question Britney “Ok Ms. Spears, lay your cards on the table, how did your tiny slave end up” “Yeah, tell us. I saw the interview you had with Tina Fey and I could smell those farts from the other side of the TV” “What? Nothing. Why would something happen to him?” “Wait, seriously?” “You STILL have him?” the three guest looked at each other with a mix of eagerness and disbelief “C’mon Britney, you can tell us” “I’m telling the truth. He’s been massaging my ass for the last hour!” she defended herself “You have him with you?” “Of course!” she answered. You felt your world shift as Britney’s hand darted behind her back, her fingers looking for you and carelessly mashing your head between her index and her thumb when she felt you. Dizziness took over as you rose up at the speed of light, the quick motion and the sudden brightness making you groggy “He IS alive!” “Now that was unexpected” “I’m not as careless as you girls” Britney proudly stated, puffing her chest. Her guests chuckled at their host’s innocence, seeing your bruised body as a clear sign that she wasn’t as attentive as she considered herself. Grabbing you into a fist with only your shoulders and head showing, she continued “Besides, I’ve trained him so well he started massaging my ass on his own, like a good slave! I even promised him a reward later” you heard her say. YES. She REMEMBERED. You let out your anxiety out for a few seconds, exhaling intensely “Why?” “Why what?” “Why would you reward him?” “It’s his job after all” you wanted to gouge their eyes out. Why couldn’t they SHUT THE FUCK UP. You felt your head starting to clear off from the vertigo as they spoke “Hmmm, you’ve got a point…” “Think about it, why would you recompense him for just doing what he is supposed to do?” “Is not like he doesn’t get paid already, serving celebs like us. You wouldn’t even notice him if he were normal sized” “That’s true. But he did it so well I still feel he deserves to get something” “He would get to sleep sewn to my thong if he was mine. Oh, well, it’s your call after all” “Yes, if you feel that way then that is all that matters” “Thanks girls!” this roller coaster of emotions seemed to be finally over, and with a happy ending after all. Spinning you around, Britney eventually addressed you “Well slave, you have a reputation to uphold. You are lucky, today you get to be with me and my friends. Who knows, maybe they can think on something to reward you too! Say hi!” Turning you around, you saw them clearly. Natalie Portman, Hilary Duff and Lady Gaga were sitting in front of you, smiling with glee and waving at you. You shyly greeted them, your trembling voice giving away your fear; you would have waved back, but Britney had such a tight grip you couldn’t move your arms. The real issue wasn’t that; it was the malice you could see in their eyes. Giving you a prize was not what they had in mind, you were sure about it.
“What do wanna eat for lunch? Mexican or Indian? We can get some delivery” Britney asked, wriggling her toes. The four celebs had sat making a circle with their towels, with you at their feet, licking them clean from the sweat they accumulated while they conversed and sipped on some drinks. Although you were bummed because you expected to be resting by this point, this task was far more relaxing any of the perils you have endured today. Their feet still reeked, having the smell of worn leather and sweat, but the slight breeze carried it away and served to cool your body after being in Britney’s fart oven “I feel some dirt left here. Can I pick him up?” “Sure!” Natalie’s hand came for you, gently grabbing you, firm enough to lift you but not hurting you “Between the toes, please” she said, spreading them with her other hand. You still distrusted Britney’s guests, even more after hearing how the talked about what they made their slaves endure, but you felt that they were respectful enough with Britney’s request of treating you fairly. Lapping your tongue across the surface in front of you, you swiped big blobs of grime accumulated between her toes. Raising your eyes while you licked, you saw your owner talking with Natalie, while Lady Gaga showed something to Hilary on her phone, just for both to alternate their focus between the screen and you, like they were checking something, and discretely giggling afterwards. The three women had been whispering between them and silently laughing at you while Britney remained oblivious to this fact, so you assumed Gaga just took a photo from you and they were mocking you, but you didn’t care. You’ve already been farted on live TV; you were thick skinned in that regard.
“Say, wanna go for a walk along the coast before going for lunch?” Britney asked, standing up and stretching. “Sure” “It can be good to work up an appetite” Hilary and Lady Gaga followed suit, with latter whispering something to Natalie before she had a chance to say anything. Looking at you, both girls smirked “I think I’ll stay here. I’m not in the mood” Natalie said, with Britney just shrugging her shoulders “Suit yourself” “Can I keep the little guy? He didn’t finish with my foot. I’ll let him rest when he is done” “Of course! Slave, be nice to her, ok?” Britney smiled “So, miss Spears, when are we gonna do a collab, you and me?” Lady Gaga asked, the girls walking away. Still lapping Natalie’s toes, you heard their voice drift in the distance while you bit down a particularly resistant toe funk. However, you didn’t get to finish this gap as Natalie turned you around and brought you to her eye level, her face without an ounce of kindness reflected, and transforming into a grimace of disdain “Look at you, with our sweat and toejam all smeared in your face. You look fucking pathetic” she spat, her hold on you turning into a vice grip as she clenched her fist, making your bones crack and making you howl in pain. Without any other word, Natalie threw you on the towel, lifted herself up with her hands and let her giant ass fall down on you, instantly making a dent in the sand, crushing you between her firm buttocks and the now compressed sand. To say this switch of demeanor caught you with your guard off would be an understatement, whatever aura of protection you had was gone the moment Britney was not present.
“No, too soft” Standing up, Natalie grabbed you and shoved you in her asscrack, hiking up her bikini bottom to drive you as deep as possible. Stepping into her neoprene, she pulled it up to her waist, cruelly trapping you in a double layered cell. This was happening too quickly for you to defend yourself, her buttcheeks working on your body as she decided she no longer wanted to stay on the towel “For such a fucking loser you must have a stack of four leaf clovers hidden somewhere if to not only get to serve some pretty ladies like us, but even get rewarded for it” she said, a hint of spite and disbelief in the last part of the sentence. She didn’t approve what her friend was doing, but she had to respect her prerogative of not hurting him, both to not antagonize her and because she really appreciated her friend and didn’t want to upset her. That being said, she hated your guts for some reason, and while she wouldn’t torture you in front of her, there was no harm in doing it when she was not present. Well, you were going to be harmed a lot, but you were nothing to her. Getting close to the water, she smirked as she felt you get back to your senses and trying to free yourself, and then it clicked “A great massager right? I bet you were really looking to please her and not just trying to escape Britney’s rank ass and she mistook that with you trying to make her happy” she said, realizing what really happened. Stepping into the water, she slid her arms into the sleeves and closed the neoprene; you heard the wave crash in the background as she spoke “All right mister massage pro, let’s see how good you are at your job when you can’t breathe”
With barely any warning, your crevice was flooded with seawater as Natalie got into the water, her head the only thing over the surface as she submerged the rest of her body. You were fast enough to get a good gulp of air, but her cheeks mashed you with more violence as she kicked her legs to stay afloat, the toned glutes squeezing the oxygen out of your lungs as the battered you. Slow but steady, your supply run down to an agonizing amount; you weren’t sure how much could a tiny man last without any source of oxygen, not matter how little, but you felt your limit get closer and closer as the seconds passed. This bitch was about to drown you and you were powerless to stop her. That is, until she decided you needed some help
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You instinctively shoved your head inside her asshole and inhaled as hard as you could. Your insides protested, of course, but the little oxygen present in her fart was enough to refuel your lungs, and blood pumped it once more to your system.
Natalie swam back to the shore, and water was suddenly drained as her ass rose above the surface, your captor chuckling as she could hear you gasping for air in her crack “God, you did it. You actually crammed your head inside by butthole just to breathe. Can you be any more pathetic? HAHAHAHA” she laughed at your expense, walking to some rocks nearby “You really thought I was gonna drown you, did you? Like I would make my slave’s friend a vegetable. She is gonna do it herself eventually anyways hahaha” she approached the rocky formation. With a short search, she found a rather flat place and sat down. Lifting her left cheek, her fingers struggled a bit to push back both the bikini and the neoprene, but managed to come through and pinched your leg, dragging you out and releasing you when you were pressed perpendicularly against her glute; not giving you a moment to respond, she dropped her ass back down, smashing all your body except your head that was being pinned in front of her crack “At least you feel good down there. This must be the peak of your life” Unlike with the sand, this time you were crushed against a seat that did not budge an inch, your body giving in completely and becoming two-dimensional. Your short and pained panting only fueled your torturer sadism “You should kiss this ass and thank me for the privilege. I mean, what does Britney see in you? You are a fucking nobody. At least if you were someone notorious before being shrunk messing with you would have some kind of amusement, watching a successful man break into a mess of tears and bruises, but you? You were a waste of air before and you still are now. Talking about air”
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The brassy fart reverberated against the stone, the stench of sulfur making your eyes sting while you couldn’t even react; your body was so squashed under fullweight that despite your brain trying to make you convulse and twitch to get out you were unable too, only capable of lying there and take her foul assault and the seawater it blew into your face “Sniff that, bitch. Be grateful, if you were my slave I would have turned you into my shit without hesitating” she kept berating you, leaning all her weight on the asscheek you were pinned under. She was so caught in her bubble of mocks and insults that she didn’t notice the friendly figure standing right beside her.
“Ahem” Natalie bounced, the presence of her friend surprising her. Turning her head, she saw Hilary Duff next to her with her arms crossed, giving the actress an inquisitive look. Natalie sighted alleviated “Hilary! Don’t suddenly appear like a ghost. You startled me!” “I’ve been here for a while my friend, but you seemed to be having so much fun it felt bad to interrupt you” “Maybe I was enjoying it too much, yes. Guilty hehehe” Natalie admitted with a giggle “Wanna accompany me?” she said, hoping to the side to make room. You gasped for air just to have it crushed out as her asscheek landed on you again, driving the air out at the same time she released a SBD “Or you could sit on my lap…” she offered, opening her arms. Hilary gave her a devious smirk “You are such a bitch” “I know” “Any other time, I would love to do that, but Stefani really wanted to have a talk with him and asked me to come fetch him” she said, coming closer and resting her hand on Natalie’s shoulder “Oh well, good times never last much do they?” she conceded, lifting her cheek without getting up and snatching you from her crack. You didn’t get used to the constant switch of brightness, needing always some time to adjust your vision. This time, however, your jaw dropped to the floor when you got your eyesight back.
In front of you was the most massive dump track you have ever seen, the poor bikini bottom looking like a G-string as it was devoured by Hilary Duff’s gigantic behind; if there was absolute silence you would be able to hear the sound of the fabric straining to contain the gargantuan rear that threatened to break free, the back of it riding up her asscheeks as it stretched to the max. Looking above her shoulder, Hilary grinned at your terrified face “Glorious, ain’t it?” “I swear it gets bigger every time I see it” “And it’s all genetics baby” she bragged, smacking it and making it jiggle, sending a rain of sweat flying out. While terrified, you were confused at her actions, having expected her to just grab you and be on her way, until you saw her thumbs slide down her hips and hooking the elastic. Silly of you, she didn’t need her hands to carry you “Let’s see how good your aim is” she requested, without breaking eye contact “Oh, it’s on!” Natalie painfully pinched your head between her fingers, swinging you front and back, her left eye closed and biting her tongue as she aimed. Releasing her grip, you screamed as you soared the air, plunging feet first in the dark abyss of her friend’s asscrack she managed to hit her target on her first attempt “Bullseye!” you heard her exclaim while you disappeared “Nice shot!” Hilary complimented, letting her waistband go, allowing her bikini to instantly retract into her skin, desperately trying to drill into her flesh in a vain attempt to regain its original from. You were smashed spread eagle between her cheeks, holding on for your life so you weren’t swallowed by them “Well, time to get going. Wanna come?” “No thanks, I think I’ll get another quick dip and head back to the towels to tan a bit before lunch” she kindly rejected. Hilary nodded, turned around and left, maneuvering across the rock formation until she was back at the sand, strolling across the shore as she backtracked to deliver her package. Smiling, she felt you trying to resist.
"I got quite the booty, amiright?" she gloated, your hands clawing at her coated skin. The constant shift of her colossal asscheeks kept a serious threat going on, that being ending up engulfed by them and getting grinded into oblivion. You fiercely spread and stretched your limbs to their limit, your fingers digging into her soft and sweaty flesh as you barely managed to keep your position but, slowly, you were losing this battle "Why are you fighting so much? Never in your life you could have imagined you could get close to such a magnificent piece of art like this ass. Just let it consume you"
In your defense it must be said you held on longer that anyone could have expected, but the moment a third player came into play there was no way you could keep this feud. The motion of her ass had slowly made her bikini bottom ride more and more up her round cheeks, and as a result, the middle part of it got more and more eaten by her asscrack to this point, where you felt it at first rub against your back, but moments later start to press against you. You screamed in despair as your arms bent backwards, the stream of sweat that flowed down her back making its way into your mouth and sending you into a coughing fit that combined with your awkward posture finally made you lose your hold, the fabric behind seizing the opportunity and tensing, plummeting both of you into the confines of her crack.
"Good slave, accepting your place like a man. Maybe Britney was right about you" she said, not realizing that didn't go inside voluntarily but instead got forced into her crack by her bikini. This fact combined with her early story of how she accidentally ate her slave made you see her as just another idiot like Britney, but to a lesser degree; unfortunately, what she lacked in intelligence she made up for in narcissism, which was almost as big as her ass. With your arms contorted in an unusable state, you were left at the mercy her monstrous asscheeks, and they showed none. Every single inch of your very existence was crushed into a pulp by the massive mounds of flesh; you were literally being buried in ass. You were reduced to a whimpering paste as her buttcheeks entombed you, giving you no quarter as they shook and grinded you every time she took a step "I hope the new slave that they deliver me tomorrow is as good as you. The last one I had cried every time I made him lick my ass or sniff my farts. Like, it was cute at first but later it was soooooooo annoying" she defined a man begging to not be farted on as 'cute', these women kept leaving you speechless at their level of cruelty "For real, he was such a drama queen: once I had him sewed to my cushion for a week. I remember the last day, when I told I was gonna have an 8-hour movie marathon he hyperventilated so much I thought he was gonna have a heart attack. Dude, you get to spend 1/2 of a full 24 hours day under the best ass you are ever going to see, let alone touch. Like, rejoice or something" she kept ranting, your brain abstracting itself from her voice. While you had your own share of trouble, like painfully trying to keep oxygen flowing into your brain despite your crushed lungs, you pitied the poor fucker that had to serve this entitled idiot. Problem was, the role of that guy was yours now.
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A protein fueled fart blasted you with no opposition, since you were right in the middle of the impact zone and you had no means of shielding yourself. Usually, considering the power of the blow, this would send you into convulsing and trashing around involuntarily as your brain would demand you get away from the putrid gas. However, Hilary’s massive cheeks had no intentions of letting you move, and despite their own motion they kept you entombed with the stench “See? That’s what I want to see. That must smell atrocious, and there you are, taking it like a champ. That whiny bitch would be pounding my ass already to get out” she kept berating her old slave, clearly unaffected by his death “I didn’t mean to eat him honestly, I just wanted him to be helpful for once and get rid of some crumbs that got stuck in my teeth but when I put him in my mouth he couldn’t just do his job and be quiet, noooooo, he had to go like ‘Mistress I’m scared’, ‘Please, I’ll do anything but let me out’, yada yada yada. He even told me I had bad breath, can you believe it? So I wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up and do his job, but somehow I made him slip and roll down my throat. In the end he probably got what he deserved. I mean is quite funny when I think about it, so much crying and begging that he didn’t want to sniff my farts and he ended up turning into my shit. That’s karma for you, bitch”
She kept going for minutes, but for you it felt like an eternity where her asscheeks worked like two millstones, reducing your body into a fine paste. This woman was different from Natalie in the way she saw tinies, but in the end she was as ruthless with them as her. Her ass kept producing gallons and gallons of sweat, forcing you to drink some because it threatened to fill the pocket of flesh you were trapped in. You wanted to pass out at this point, but you were scared shitless of what would happen if you did, so you had to keep enduring this, hoping that Britney would rescue you “Heh, looks like Stefani had a little chat. I can't wait to see her reaction. You are in for a treat today" You didn't understand what she meant with that, but you didn't care at this moment, all you cared about was that it was a matter of seconds before you were released from this stinky trap.
"Hey girls!" you heard her call them. The motion of her asscheeks finally came to a halt when she regrouped with her friends "Let me give him a goodbye hug" she said, clenching her butt. Her asscheeks tensed and crushed you with renewed strength, folding you like paper. Your bones cracked, sending ripples of pleasure through her body, your skeleton making an unnerving crunching sound. How your bones didn't break was a miracle only explained by whatever the shrinking process did to your body, but it didn't do anything to alleviate the pain in the slightest “Well, here he is” Finally relenting and pulling you out, she dangled you in front of their friends. The sunlight hurt your eyes in particular, but it was also painful for your beaten up body “Wow. Hilary look at what your massive ass did to him, he is full of bruises” “Not my fault that he can’t handle it” she scoffed, nonchalantly throwing you in her friend’s direction, who snatched you midair “What’s up little man. Had a good time between Hilary’s big ol cheeks?” she said, grabbing you into a fist. Turning your head, you ignored her taunts and screamed at Britney, begging at her to take you back, saying you were gonna massage her ass like never before. But, for some reason, she seemed… mad at you? She scorned at the sound of your voice, and before you had a chance to keep begging for her attention you were interrupted “Hush. You and me are gonna have a little talk” Lady Gaga said as she swung you behind her back, a movement you were starting to get awfully familiar with, and dropped you in awaiting asscrack. The last thing you saw before she let the elastic go was Hilary wrapping her arm around Britney and walking away, back to the towels.
"I know my butt must feel real small after being crushed inside that badonkadonk, but you'll have to make do. Don't worry, I'll clench extra tight to make you have a similar experience" she taunted as she walked in the opposite direction. While not as drenched as Hilary's, her ass still had a great amount of sweat that concentrated on her crack were you were wedged "So, I heard you are a massaging beast. I mean, you have to use your whole body just to rub the inside of our asscracks, which is quite sad, but who am I to judge. Talking about that, how about you show your skills little guy?” she asked, mockingly. You were not going to play her games, that you were sure about it, so you decide to stay still. Arriving at the end of the beach, Lady Gaga did a few more steps just to make sure you were really refusing her order "Hmmm, maybe your ears have been so smushed you can't hear me too well" she said, stopping on her tracks. Not only you were disobeying, but you rested your back on one asscheek and pushed the other with your feet, gaining some space "Uuhhhh, ladies and gentlemen we have a fighter!" she mocked, before clenching her ass. The two globes of flesh turned into boulders that immediately crushed you between them with so much ease it was pitiful to watch "And there it goes. Man that was sad" Clearly enjoying her superiority, she deposited her drink on the ground, grabbed her buttcheeks, and started kneading them, crushing you even more and slathering you in her sweat "Maybe later we can convince Hilary to bulldoze you with that big ass of hers, I'm sure Natalie would love to see that. I tell you, that gal hates your guts. Well, Britney does too, at least from now on. And you have guts, I tell you, because I still don't feel you rubbing my ass. Maybe you need a little motivation?" you let out a frail whimper, knowing already what she was about to do. Is not like it was something original
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The atrocious stench made you react immediately, twitching and struggling inside her crack while the smell burned off the hair inside your nostrils. Above you, your tormenter cackled at your expense "See? You just needed something get your lazy ass to work HAHAHAHAHA" she could feel you spilling your insides on her butt, finding it amusing. Clenching her ass once more, she knowingly timed it with one of your coughs, crushing your empty lungs and making filling them back an extremely painful endeavor "Don't cough on my ass, bitch! Didn't Britney teach you manners? I thought you were her super-duper slave. Although if I remember correctly, her previous slave was also a wonderful servant according to her words" while you were baking in her crack, she went on a long explanation that you really didn't want to hear "Lungs of steel, unable to pass out, I remember she had one of those genetically modified slaves, super expensive. I mean, expensive for any random loser like you, to us it is barely pocket change. So, she got this guy that could probably survive one month without oxygen and what she does? She drops him on accident on her cereal when she was making him clear the wax off her ear and eats him. Can you believe it? HAHAHAHA" she laughed. You were scared of this fact but not surprised, as you were really close to suffer the same fate, and doing exactly the same chore. Seems like your owner didn't learn from her mistakes at all. "And don't think that dude went down easily. Nah, nah, nah, ultra-resistant body baby, I remember she met with us in the afternoon and we could still hear him scream and kick her belly. He must have been dissolving all day" You felt sick, really sick, in part for the putrid stink you were trapped with…
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…and that she kindly restocked periodically, but also of how happy this woman was telling you this story. Your mind couldn't erase the mental picture of this women putting their ears on Britney's belly and laughing when they heard the screams of a man literally melting to death "But why I'm telling you this you might ask? Well, we all have questions. Why I don't feel you sniffing for starters?" she said, once more pushing her glutes together and holding them in position until she felt your tiny nose doing its work and your body reacting to it. Feeling you convulsing, she continued "Well, I'm gonna be honest with you, we expected you to have croaked already at this point. We even had a wager going on! I know you tiny guys can be suffocated to death if we really try so I bet my money she was gonna smother you to death in a pile of her shit and not even notice. But surprise, surprise! Not only you are still kicking, but Britney seems to like you. And she was gonna let you have a bath like a normal person, unbelievable! You don't deserve that kind of treatment; you are a slave lol. So we were not going to allow that of course" she said with a tone of someone saying the most obvious thing in the world
You were seething inside her buttcrack. You clawed at her ass but she quickly stopped you with another clench. Every time you tried to resist she just pulverized you with no effort "You are so pathetic, what are you trying to do? Punch my ass? Great idea genius" she mocked your fruitless efforts, permanently taunting you "So, what was I saying before I was rudely interrupted? Ah yes, that we had to put you in your place. But we can't do that if Britney doesn't want to. She may be wrong but we can't just upset such a sweet and kind woman" she was serious about this, of course. They really thought they were good people because they didn't see all the men they were fucking over as human "So, we have you there, licking our feet, and I'm messaging this girl I know that works on that anti tiny Brigade. She has info about all the males in our country, so I sent her a photo of you and some info and she gets a background check. You didn't tell Britney you worked in that coffee shop she always gets her milkshakes from, did you?" Her words made you freeze in place. Smirking, she kept going "You know which one, right? The one where she always gets her orders wrong? She always told us how embarrassed she felt when she called the manager and it turned out she had been ordering the wrong number all the time. If only she had a little bitch that could point this out to her" You realized too late that Britney was the last person you had to get close to. You had to run.
She let out a hearty chuckle as she felt you go desperate inside her crack "Yeah, that's right loser. We are gonna have some fun today. But for now, get your fucking tongue to work and lap up my sweat" she ordered, and gave herself a wedgie to sink you deeper in the stinky crevice. While you gave an extraordinary push to get out of her crack, you felt her crouch to pick her drink, so you timed this opportunity to escape through the upper part of her bikini. Turning around to head back to the towels, she smirked as she felt your body slip away “Nope” just to push you down with her thumb. You had to get out of here, but no matter how much you tried, her sweaty ass was a contender you could not beat. Not only that, but she made sure to mock you all the way back "You think she will drop you inside her next milkshake?" "I bet we can convince her to leave you alone with Natalie for one hour" "I'm gonna suggest we try to make you pass out with our farts, she is gonna love it" "I can feel you fighting for your life there, but you are barely tickling me. Pathetic" she stopped every single one of your escape attempts the same way: she would let you crawl out of her crack, and when you were almost free she would just push you back inside “Nope” “Not even close” “Are you even trying?” she painfully rubbed how powerless you were to the point you started crying in frustration, her psychological games a new kind of torture you were not used to. Finally, she came to a halt. You didn’t want to get out, you’ve rather stay inside her ass. But this time is what the opposite; as easy as she had pushed you back at every attempt, she equally easily pulled you out, dragging you by your legs and yanking you out while you desperately dug at her ass. Your body swung in her grasp as she brought you to the front.
You gulped in fear, both from the eager faces of Hilary and Natalie, and from the annoyed look of Britney. She clearly did not have the same appreciation she had for you minutes ago, and she made it clear before you could defend yourself “So you knew. All this time you knew I was embarrassing myself and you did nothing to stop me” she stated, her tone a mixture of anger and disappointment “We are telling you Britney, he doesn’t like you” “Yeah, and those massages? He was just trying to escape, it’s just that he is so pathetic he couldn’t even do that” Britney snatched you with surprisingly fast speed, and brought you to her face “Is that true? You like seeing me being humiliated because you hate me?” she asked, looking straight at your soul. This was your chance to clear your name, but when you opened your mouth no words came out. Your throat was sore after screaming all day, and your crushed lungs were struggling already just with breathing, there was no way you could articulate a single word; adding to that, her grip was unmindfully strong, squashing what little air you had out of your lungs. Luckily for Britney, her friends were there to chime in “See? We got him” “Look at him, he is out of words” “We caught you red handed little man. Britney, you know what to do” Natalie pointed. Not needing more information, the world blurred as Britney hastily shoved you in between her asscheeks.
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Her vengeful fart made you spasms inside her crack, sending pleasurable ripples across her flesh “I feel him doing it again. So he is trying to escape, not to make me happy?” she asked innocently “Definitely” “Not doubt about it” “We are sorry Britney, but we had to tell you the truth” you were going through hell while those manipulative bitches were having the time of their life “I still don’t know if it is the right thing…” “Trust us, is the only way he is gonna learn” “You have to squash him really good so he learns his lesson” listening to them, she let out a shy smile, turned around so they could see her ass and clenched with all her might, crushing you once more in your familiar prison. “Way to go girl!” her friends cheered her, while she unclenched and clenched her ass each time with more strength as she gained more confidence, beating your sore body to a pulp “That’s right, show him who’s the boss” “That’s what you get you lying bastard” they kept encouraging her as she smashed you “We know you don’t like this but we promise is for the better”
“It’s ok. Thanks girls, I don’t know what I would do without you” she said with a sincere smile, the four women joining in a group hug like they were going to therapy. Her phone ringed at the right moment, announcing that her delivery food was at the door “Don’t mention it! Besides, we are gonna help you fix him” “You think we can still fix him?” “Of course, but we are gonna have to be strict! Nothing but farts, stomps and the good ol’ reliable buttcrushing for this insect. Now let’s get us something to eat” “Please, I’m starving” “I’m quite hungry too” you were grinded as they walked back inside, all hope for you lost as Britney had been completely convinced that you needed to have some ‘behavior adjusting’
“I’ll get the pizzas, can you watch him for me?” she requested, leaving you on the kitchen counter. You tried to back away, but the moment she left the room, they cornered you, working in unison as one mind: Lady Gaga flicked you in the chest throwing you on your back, Natalie painfully pinched your legs and dragged you closer to them while Hilary had turned around, using her arms to boost herself above the counter. Natalie’s hand bolted away just as Hilary’s gargantuan asscheek landed on you, CRUSHING your body from the neck down. Her weight sunk down, the ceramic surface not receding one inch; your tiny frame on the other hand was utterly squashed, the sweaty orb bearing down on you like it a planet had fallen on your spot. You heard this cruel psycho giggle, with Hilary leaning back and looking above her shoulder while Natalie and Lady Gaga approached from the sides “Now you are in your place, you pathetic waste of space. I can’t wait to ‘train’ you” Natalie said, squashing your head under her index “By the way, Britney asked us to stay for the night to help her” “We are gonna destroy you. We are gonna have you judge whose farts are worse” “We are gonna make you lick our soles, and for every drop of sweat you miss we will trample you” “And if we feel you are really slacking off, we’ll just tell Britney that you are a lost cause and we will convince her to eat you” Natalie said, increasing the pressure. Getting closer, her voice was reduced almost to a whisper “But don’t get any wrong ideas. You are worthless, always been worthless and always will be. With our help I’m sure Britney will soon realize this and willingly get rid of you” “Or we could always drop you in one of those milkshakes she likes so much and let Lady Luck decide if you live or not. That could be fun!” “I rather keep him thought. He is fun to torture” they started talking about your fate while they waited for Britney to come back. The woman that made your life a living hell without even noticing it. And all because you once worked at a low end job to pay for your college, and for that reason only you were gonna be pummeled with the good will of a woman that considered ordering the wrong thing the worst thing that could happen to a person, ignoring all the pain and suffering she inflicted on you on daily basis; and that now her friends were gonna make sure was amplified to an inhuman degree. You had no hope of escape, it was just a question of how long you could possibly survive with this bimbo and her crueler friends now egging her on.
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